Die Lianhua·Standing and leaning on a dangerous building, the wind is soft and gentle
Liu Yong, Song Dynasty
Standing and leaning on a dangerous building, the wind is soft and gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless? (Lan Tong column)
I want to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.